Lacey Bloom Nude Novels & Stories

It flowed to mid thigh, with a slit up the side. The dress was strapless ,hugging her hour glass figure as if where painted on. The lace trim highlighted her delicious,cleage. As her chestnut hair. Flowed freely. Speechless as I looked her up and down. Feeling the ache in my hands touch you her was unbearable. As I took a step closer to her,a familiar voice sounded in the air. The voice made my skin crawl. " Baby thier you are!" Turning I seen Layla. Wearing a candy apple red dress. The mid section was lacey . The small tight fitting dress left little to the imagination. Her blond curls, ran down her back . Looking to her I felt,disconnected.

I can see the shape of her body and I just can't help but be simple because of her beauty. "She's mine, Lay. I'll report you to Monn, you see," Bryce said with a threatening tone even though I knew he was just joking. I saw that Lay was suffering from nothingness until suddenly I saw an arm wrapped around her waist from behind him. "Is there something I should know, hmm?" asked the woman who owned those arms, and then suddenly she kissed Lay on the side of her neck which made Lay's cheeks even redder and she looked away from us. I don't know but seeing them like that brings butterflies into my stomach.

I thanked, pulling my gorgeous little mate into my side "Yeah it was such a shock though" Lacey began, her voice is so fucking annoying, she had one arm linked through Lincoln's and a small scowl on her face. "You know, 'cause Sin's so powerful and handsome and Blossom's quite... plain" she smiled. My Blossom's face fell slightly but she quickly covered it with a smile, clearly trying to be polite. I however was certainly not fucking happy. "Come on Lacey... Blossom is anything but plain" Lincoln said, eyeing her up and down

Reaching beneath the bed, she slid out her yoga mat, folding it in half. "Oh, you are a dirty dragon, aren't you?" she whispered, the wine drawing out her inner self, the Beth who wasn't afraid. She pulled the clip out of her hair, allowing it to fall free of its imprisonment. The bun vanished, her hair toppling down her back. She turned her back to the dildo, staring in the mirror across from it. Swaying her hips from side to side, she unbuttoned the top of her blouse, revealing the black lace bra underneath. She untucked her shirt, pushing her breasts forward. "Do you like what you see?" Beth let the beat take her, swaying her hips in time with the music, running her hands across her breas

I give an innocent smile and continue walking, ignoring her obvious attempt at flirting. Layla follows closely behind me. I can hear her heavy heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Every now and then, she stops in front of me, stopping my stride or leaning close, her soft perfume filling my nose. The scent of jasmine and citrus, mixed with the sweet aroma of her hair shampoo and perfume. It smells divine, like a garden of flowers and freshly mown grass. “So how much would it cost to take that piece off your hands?” “Which?” “TheGalatea of Spheres, silly.”

She bolted toward him. Blake reacted instinctively, stepping forward and raising a hand to block her. Layla, however, was too euphoric to notice. “Zac, it’s really you?” she gushed. “I’m Layla, daughter of the Brook Group. You’ve heard of us, right? I’m your biggest fan. I love you, Zac! That worthless coffee girl spilled water on your photo, so I slapped her!” She smiled brightly, undeterred by Zac’s lack of expression. She reached for him, but Blake stepped in.

"Lily, what the fuck are you doing?" Aiden growls, turns out he was the person approaching us, "Cover yourself now.” "This is a nude photoshoot, I have to be nude. Since when are you two such prudes, huh?" I ask and the attention whore side of me is loving having their eyes on me. At the same time. Once upon a time, Virgin Lily dreamt about this situation... but those dreams ended a lot more dirty than anyone could imagine, "They said I'm so perfect, I don't even need much make up."

She was mortified, but it was either this or sleeping naked and the latter seemed like an even worse idea. Layke couldn’t help the low growl that escaped him as his eyes took in all that flawless, creamy skin. He felt as though he had been poleaxed. Although Belle was slender, she wasn’t skinny or fragile-looking. She was lithe and sinuous with gently and perfectly curved hips, shapely, toned legs and a gorgeous set of breasts. It had become clear to him now that he had seriously underestimated the appeal of a more petite frame, with curves in all the right places. Images of him tracing his tongue along her skin, down from her neck until he reached those perky breasts flooded through his min

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

Turning the handle, he pushed the door open without announcement. The scene that greeted him was unexpected, and for a fleeting moment, even Colden's unflappable demeanor faltered—though only inwardly. Layla was just stepping out of the en-suite bathroom, her skin still glistening from a recent shower, wrapped in nothing but a plush white towel that hugged her figure like a second skin. Steam wafted from the open door behind her, carrying the faint scent of lavender and vanilla from her bath products. Her dark hair was damp, cascading in loose waves over her shoulders, and droplets of water traced lazy paths down her collarbone. The towel, knotted precariously at her chest, ended mid-thigh,